a voice informed me in a rather bored tone, which tattled of that it wasn’t the first–nor the last–time that she had to show visitors to the door. “Of course,” I said and replaced the Swedish thriller I had been considering lending on the bookshelf. It was getting close to...
Some days I was convinced that the whole incident at the local library that late Thursday evening had been a result of my overactive sexual imagination in combination with too much stress at work. Other days I just plainly denied that it had ever happened. &nbs...
Dave said as we walked past Regency Park. He gave me a quick curious look. “And I didn’t know that you were into comic books.” Dave was one of my closest friends. I had known him for more than ten years, ever since I first moved to London. He was a programmer, but less gee...